I called my son Friday night, to learn he had been in an uncomfortable van, for about five hours, and had seven more hours to go. His coach had sent them to a Regatta in Virginia… so, it was a very long weekend for him. Imagine the expressions on the parent’s faces of the girl who called them and said, “Mom, guess what! I’m close to home! I’ll be stopping by, with 30 of my closest friends… can you make dinner?” The lucky parents made lasagna; the girls spent the night, and the guys headed on to hotels.
But my son was content with the stop they had made at Wendy’s for Frosties (the rest of the caravan opted for Subway) and the fact that it was Daylight Savings Time tomorrow: He called it his “Favorite Holiday.”